matadorn |
Bring the washing inthere are letters on the linea cheap and good bottleof vino is on the kitchen tablewaiting celibrationephemeral pacing the space of a ringtonight should be a clean killour hair wil...
Posted by on Fri, 23 Jan 2009 02:07:00 GMT |
Blues espanol IV |
cause every road is a roadevery road goescasue petals end
cause when she moves that skirtit kills my proliterian within
cause if i move that skirt it hurtsand im late late late for work again
my senor...
Posted by on Wed, 24 Dec 2008 00:37:00 GMT |
a fathers walk home |
i just saw a short guy walkingby with a bag of what i choose to beleaveto be dirty clothes, it was a mass asured,bigger than me, or we, it remindedme of our days as migrant ants
working on the elephan...
Posted by on Sun, 10 Aug 2008 14:29:00 GMT |
ellen headed ergonomics (a blues song III) |
no one hates you
more than me
the puff in my eyes
no moon no sun
no other star or stars or stars
my pillow if fluffed
for you forever
ill stop the day one day
no one hates you
no...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Aug 2008 22:37:00 GMT |
cloud prints |
This will Never Make Print
(These Will: never make print)
Pounding at the keys to see
I'm lost in a dark of words
Confused or mute (planned by something better, I'm sure)
Its all spinning ...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Jun 2008 23:30:00 GMT |
i say four |
she hears threee words from a tootheless dictionary
when it bites herfor what she said
and types and typesits a new prayer
she write and writesshes a new preyer
cant see the margin but know our need f...
Posted by on Sun, 01 Jun 2008 09:49:00 GMT |
i cant sing II |
i sing stupid songsand loose my key weekly
i work hard when i dowith a tight spun wick
i am the candlestcik manjohnny candlestick
these skates dont rollerwith a vestigular kite tails
your sister is c...
Posted by on Sun, 11 May 2008 02:50:00 GMT |
pain |
this page
taste like
today (laugh if you think we can) again
Posted by on Sun, 04 May 2008 15:38:00 GMT |
blood lesson |
the mosquiteos were so thickyou couldnt see the sunit was a place the nativeshad designed and named mosquitoe run
the buzz so loud you can only screamto your lil’ brother "now its time to l...
Posted by on Mon, 31 Mar 2008 11:49:00 GMT |
Heavy Little Sugars |
Heavy Little Sugars
The t-58 Chants, midge and whip, our cours’d’elegance.Picking the sugar of beats from July floors, we, like ourAlpha fathers before us are not much more than just ants...
Posted by on Fri, 14 Mar 2008 07:39:00 GMT |
